This is the personal diary of a person struggling through life, as all of us do. The feelings of someone with a hole in their heart. The thoughts of a person deep in sleep, dreaming of never waking up.
Time moves too quickly and change too slow, but Jazz Dacosta doesn't move at all. Stuck in the same place year after year, find out how Jazz learns to turn their griefs into fuel for carrying on.
WARNING: some content may be triggering such as self harm, suicide, abuse, sexual assault, drug use, swear words, and more.
This piece of writing is mostly for myself. I want this to act as my journal. I've always tried to see life from others' perspective. I think it's time to see it from mine. This can act as a rough draft of my life.
If you're very nosy and want to know how someone else lives the real life, feel free to read it. It's raw, it's unfinished, it's my outlet.
Part 8.